i’ve found spring this morning; she is sitting neatly beside me, her head bent to kiss the earth out of the weariest slumber. the sun is spending her first, newly seasoned days, dipping through and peaking out from behind thick, rolling clouds. once again the air feels wet and heavy – feelings i’ve missed. please excuse the paramount silence i’ve allowed to overwhelm this space, i’ve been spending time organizing and cataloging my thoughts, merely making them more suitable for the next oblivion. a fact: i would love to keep sharing food with you, as well we can begin to talk about the garden again, another space that is coming along quite nicely. since the clock change, my evenings are filled buried beneath monuments of soil and peat, busily reconditioning and reclaiming what the ice and snow surely thought was acquisition. we are wide awake and it is spring. it is spring, and those words feel good.

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ever happy am i to be sharing with you a culmination of spirit and passion this evening. you see, laura’s cookbook is very close on the heels of a day this week, and it is not to be missed! the first mess cookbook is a beautiful extension of her blog, offering a brilliantly cultivated approach to plant based cooking – and deeply it shines with her warmth and enthusiasm. long have i admired laura’s poetic combination of flavor and function. intelligently, and with a great demonstration of experience, she effortlessly marries true cooking and creativity with plant-based food. it is this very type of union that has been the most inspiring for me in my own kitchen: the very perspective that plant-based food can be widely appealing, and genuinely, soul-coaxingly delicious.

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to be in the middle of winter is an enigmatic moment in time. equal parts lost to the tundra, resigned to the ice, romanced by the warmth-seeking behavior, and reflecting in quandary to the moment where we may be released from such a grip. a grip that doesn’t necessarily carry a connotation, but a grip nonetheless. winter comes assertive and sheer with intention. my only direct point of contention is the inability to flourish beside the garden, but in true fashion, we ready ourselves for these months the remainder of the year.

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a little short today, as there has been a small bout of chaos churning in the midst of our raw and algid weather. no sooner did we see the last of the snow melt did it come again swiftly, without hesitation. and once more, just as quickly as the eye can blink, we are blanketed again beneath an alabaster canopy. i feel a calm wash over me now when the snow falls – it wasn’t always this way, but i recognize it for what it is now. there’s a stillness the world offers forth during periods of heavy snow, the tremble of the heart the only thing softer.

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blue is the deeply slumbered cast of a world imbued by winter. the morning hits, the temperature dips, and fire a glazes the horizon. i spend an obscene amount of time pondering this season, perhaps due in part to the romantic/not so romantic amount of time spent indoors. winter is an all out event, it would seem.